Gun violence: An interview with Lorraine
It began as a normal day. After finishing breakfast Lorraine placed a peck on the cheek of her husband, uttered a quick “I love you,” before heading out to the grocery story to purchase milk to replenish the jug emptied at breakfast. Other family members had already left when she picked up her four-year old granddaughter to deliver her to preschool. What she encountered when she returned home turned her normal day into a life-shattering one.
The day was eleven years ago, but the memory was just as fresh as if it were yesterday’s as Lorraine told me of descending the basement steps, approaching the refrigerator, and seeing her husband’s lifeless body. Utterly shocked, she ran screaming into the yard where neighboring business owners and passersby on the busy street flocked to her side.